Caged (Jimin BTS)

VIII = Nodded Off

The cold night air still didn't soothe my fiery anger. When I stepped into the library and slammed my bag onto the table, I got a quirked eyebrow from the librarian.

And the anger vanished like genie from a lamp.

Flushing scarlet to myself, I took out my binder from the bag that managed to make so much noise with little effort. And that bag is a cloth bag after all. Why is everything being so hard to me today?

"I got chased by Taehyung after school, Namjoon and his gang- that plus Taehyung, keeping secrets from me. And being such a big ass for it!" Again, I got another look from the librarian. But this time, both of her eyebrows went up and I changed my seat to somewhere more secluded so I can mumble my anger with peace.

"Idiot brother and his posse, I'll kick their asses and avoid them for a week- No! A month. Let's see who'll be searching for who..." The pen in my hand almost snapped into two when I finally glanced down at my essay.

I didn't actually lie when I told them I had a project to finish. Saying the word 'lie' made my anger flare up again so I refocused on the paper in my hand. We are two write a four-page essay on the history of Omelas. I got three pages done at school what can I say? History is my strongest point- and this one is actually due next week.

I tilted my head back and yawned. Homework is always given a week's period before the teachers deems them. Yet still there are people who didn't turn in theirs. The floral carving on the ceiling grab my attention until I felt my eyelids drooping.

Oh, now I remember. Getting angry always make me sleepy. It's like an aftereffect. This library is a 24-hours one, right? Maybe I'll sleep here tonight, the table is so cool...

The chair in front of me scraped back and from the muffled thud sound, someone had took a seat in front of me. He then tapped the table.

"Hey, are you awake?" I rested my chin on the table and opened one eye. Why? Because I'm too lazy to open both.

"Oh, it's the mayor's youngest son." A yawn escaped my mouth between his acknowledgement and I rubbed my eyes. "I didn't bring the gingerbread man this time."

"What? No. I just want to say-" He stopped. "And I have a name. It's Jeon Jungkook, not the mayor's youngest son."

"You are the mayor's youngest son, right? Oh, and I'm the Doctor Kim's youngest daughter, Kim Naomi." I tried to bow my head, and succeeded in getting a bump on my forehead. Even with that, my sleepiness didn't go away.

"Yeah, I know." Jungkook gulped and peered at me. "Are you okay? You didn't take any... drugs or something alcoholic?"

"No, I'm just like this after I got mad at someone." I yawned again, and rested my throbbing forehead on the cool table. "I'm really sorry, but I can't really decipher what you're trying to say right now. So can you wait next time? Thank you."

Without waiting for his response, I closed my less-than-one-millimetre-opened eyes and dozed off. Jungkook stared at me sleeping in front of him, bewildered. He then placed his head on the table and also close his eyes.

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Someone shook my shoulder, and I opened my bleary eyes to see the librarian frowning down at me. I pushed my head off the table and rubbed my eyes.

Gosh, was I out so long?

"No, I'm just going to offer you the resting room. We had a few furnished for students that wanted to stay up late for exams. Would you like to use one?" I shoved all my stuff into my bag and got onto my feet. The ground rocked under me and the librarian caught my arm.

"Are you okay?" She sound worried. I shook my head, stopped, then nodded my head.

"I'm okay, don't worry. I would like to go back home now, my brother might worry about me. Thank you for waking me up." Is it a smile I gave her? I hope it's not a grimace. She is nice, caring for someone like me, but I really need to get back home.

My sleepy eyes cannot read the time on my watch so I just walked straight back home. The moon is hiding behind some awfully thick black clouds, and the streetlights did little help in lighting my way. Or is it all my foggy head?

"I really need to stop getting angry at people out of my house." This sleepiness is getting me confused. If the library is a few doors down from the mayor's building, so I need to take the road next to the non-alcoholic bar to get back home. But where's the bar? I just saw the butcher's shop. And that's at the completely opposite side of the command center. And that is in the east of the town... Wait, what's the connection with all those buildings?

Easy. You're lost in your own town. A voice in my head told me.

Maybe Hoseok's suggestion isn't that bad. If I slept in the street, maybe I'll be fine. But Father would be worried sick again. Last time I disappears... When was it? It's not like I ever get lost in my own town. That's ridiculous, right?

But why did I felt as if this feeling is so familiar? I had been lost before...

Jimin...

"Jimin?" I got up from the curb I was sitting and wandered aimlessly. Gosh, how can I get back home in this state of mind? I need to sleep. Seriously. Maybe in the morning, my head will be clearer.

But it's going to rain soon-

The ground beneath me dissolves and I fell, face first into a hole. Stinky water rushed into my mouth when I parted my lips and I quickly spat them out. Looking around the dimly lit place, a strange familiar feeling came to me. Climbing to my feet, I began to walk down the drain.

Until I came to an opening, just like fourteen years ago. I knew this place, really I do. And the bars around the small area in the middle of it, a figure was curled up in one corner.

"Jimin?" My small voice didn't seem to even reach him. Or is he dead? I leaned against the bars next to him, staring at his soiled face as my eyes drifted close.

And that is when he opened his.

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Now playing: BTS - Whalien 52

No, got no mood for a prank today, guys. Feeling nauseous from the ride back home. If I laugh too much, I'll probably puke all over my parent's car. They'll kill me and cook me for dinner.
I'm delicious because of my fat, I know. But they'll have to go cannibal on someone else, sorry mommy, daddy.

Now playing: Adam Levine - Locked Away.

I'm going to sleep now. No, it's not late at night. It freaking 10 in the morning here! But I'm sleepy, so who cares? Sweet dreams, guys. 💤✨